Aston Martin One-77: The Christmas covet

close your mouth 'cause I know yo' mama taught you better

I'm like that super-model... you're never gonna get her

my bloodline is laced wit' the dna that creates dynasties

I hug the blacktop like mama does her newborn

although I'm next in the lineage, they treat me like the firstborn

I got more curves than Kim (not the "little"one, I'm talking 'bout the one Ray J knows )

you're probably feelin' your perve' potential rising right now

but keep ya' head up

you're not the only one

popes, soccer moms and Atlanta Housewives wanna ride me

I make even the most content covetous you see?

I inspire new perspectives

have you seen my rear?

even the straight-laced wanna hit me from back here

but think twice cause it gives the little green ass gekko fits

cause if somebody touch me, who you think can afford this insurance s#@t!!!

so proceed with caution if you've got me on your list

cause I'm not sure you're ready for a ride like this?

I'm the noisy type, a sound you probably never heard before

dame that little pussy purr, I got that big cat roar

if you're feelin' a bit moist don't even sweat it it's only natural

pull up wit' me, and I promise you'll have 'em all trying to get at you

when I come you'll say, "this must be heaven?"

but no... it's the stuff of legend, the Aston Martin One-77.